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"Mistress, can I ask you a question?" Jysella Horn asked as
she ran a diagnostic on her X-wing.

"Sure," Alema Rar replied cheerfully from beside her own
snub-fighter several meters away.

"Did you ever know your parents?" the human asked after a
deep breath.

Alema Rar stopped working, and looked over at her a
moment. "Why do you ask?"

Jysella shrugged her shoulders.
"Just curious, Mistress," she answered.
"You never talk about them or anything."

Alema Rar stared at her several heartbeats.
"I was born a slave," she replied.
"I never knew my parents."
She paused and shook her head ruefully.
"Frakk, I didn't even know people had
families. All I knew was my sister, and
other slaves, and my Master's employees.
I thought that's how everyone grew up."

Alema Rar thought back as she continued speaking.
"When I did learn about parents, I was
strongly encouraged not to ask about how I came to be in this galaxy.
My mother was probably a slave, and my father
was probably a slave trader. If they
showed up today, I wouldn't even know who they were, and I wouldn't really
care."

Alema Rar gave her an ironic smile.
"There were a few people who were nice to us
growing up. Numar'ar and I were trained
to be dancers almost from the time we could walk.
Since we were dancers, we were treated a lot
better than regular slaves. Our Masters
didn't want to bruise or scar their beautiful, valuable dancing girls."

"Wow," Jysella replied.

Now Alema Rar gave her a friendly smile.
"Jedi Daeshara'cor rescued us though, and
trained us in the ways of the Force. The
Jedi are my family now." Then she looked
pointedly at her apprentice. "Shouldn't
you be working?"

"Yes Mistress," Jysella answered as she turned her attention
back to the diagnostic screen.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Later
that day ...

"Mistress, do you see those two men in the booth over
there?" Jysella Horn asked, nodding towards the booth most of the way across
the cafe.

Both men were human, with short brown hair.
One looked perhaps forty, and the other in
his mid twenties. The older one was a
little stockier than his companion.

"You mean the one you've been eying, and his partner?" Alema
Rar asked nonchalantly as she took a bite of her salad.

Alema Rar glanced at the cantina, then at the
security-types, then back to her apprentice.
"And?"

"Well they were both excited when that group of speeder
bikers went in a few minutes ago, but then they got upset."

From the line of speeder bikes out front, the cantina
catered to speeder bikers, and she was pretty sure the group of five that had
gone in were members of the Zoloz, a local speeder biker gang.
The one standing out front keeping an eye on
the speeders was most likely a prospect.

Alema Rar sighed. She
really didn't want to get involved. "We
don't even know who they are," she pointed out, flicking her tchin—her right
lek—towards the security-types.

"Just go over there and ask him for his comm code," Alema
Rar replied with a sly smile. "Or just
ask him out on a date when he's finished with his stakeout."

Jysella blushed slightly.
"I'm serious, Mistress," she protested.
"If they're having problems, we should help them."

Alema Rar glanced at the cantina.
There were about thirty speeder bikes out
front. She wasn't sure how many of them
belonged to members of the Zoloz. "Fine,
but whatever happens, you're doing all the paperwork," she said as she stood
up.

"Don't I always, Mistress?" Jysella responded with
mock-innocence as she climbed to her feet as well.

Alema Rar was mildly surprised that the two security-types
didn't notice her as she approached  well, until she was practically at their
booth. She was wearing a tight black
bodysuit, with a black cloak over it.
Black knee boots with chunky, twelve-centimeter heels were on her
feet. Her silver durasteel belt was
around her waist, with her lightsaber at her right hip.
Eight centimeter-wide silver durasteel cuffs
were around each of her wrists. She was
also wearing her black nerfhide head harness.

Jysella was dressed in a black and dark green bodysuit, with
a black cloak over it. Her ankle boots
were also black, and had chunky, ten centimeter heels.
A black nerfhide belt was slung low on her
hips, with her lightsaber on the right.
Five centimeter wide dark green nerfhide bands were around her wrists.

The two security-types were both wearing gray jumpsuits with
an assortment of pockets. The older one
had a dark jacket over that. The younger
one was studying a datapad while his partner took a swallow of his caf.
Both of them looked up as they approached.

The two Jedi slid into the booth without saying a word.
Alema Rar made sure to sit down next to the
older one, leaving the empty seat next to the one Jysella had been eying for
her. Both men instantly shifted and put
a hand near what she assumed were their blasters.

"Mind if we join you?" Alema Rar asked with a friendly
smile. She made sure to keep both of her
own hands on the table.

The older one started to decline, but Jysella quickly introduced
both herself  mainly to the younger one  and Alema Rar.

"You wouldn't happen to have some ID?" the older of the two
asked.

Jysella pulled her ID chit out, and passed it to the younger
officer with a smile.

"So, who are you?" Alema Rar asked the older one, while the
younger one smiled back at her apprentice and checked her ID.

The older security-type glanced at his partner, and he
returned a curt nod.

"My apprentice seems to think you two could use our help,"
Alema Rar responded softly.

The two officers exchanged a glance, then Officer Okinns
explained that they had been observing the cantina across the way, when the
leader of the Zoloz arrived unexpectedly.
He was wanted for three murders, including one of a security officer,
plus dozens of other major crimes.
Unfortunately, it would take several hours to get a team together to go
in and arrest him, as they would have to contend with at least five armed
Zoloz, plus the other speeder bikers in the catina.

Alema Rar glanced at Jysella, who was keying in information
on her datapad. She should be pulling up
information on the Zoloz, as well as the wanted subject, and the layout of the
cantina. Jysella sensed her attention,
and glanced up to give her a nod confirming Officer Okinns's statements.

"So you need someone to get him
somewhere that you can arrest him without his friends interfering," Alema Rar
stated dryly.

"That would be nice," Officer
Burke replied with a slightly sarcastic smile.

"We can do that," Jysella replied
cheerfully. "Master Alema Rar can get
him to come out in no time."

Alema Rar glanced at Jysella with
a look that was mostly annoyance. The
annoyance was from the fact that she was speaking for her, and volunteering her
for a potentially dangerous mission.
Alema Rar really didn't want to do this, but she wasn't about to let
Jysella go in alone either. She also
wasn't about to leave two security officers that she didn't know on the outside
while she and Jysella went in.

"I'll get him to come out," Alema
Rar agreed with a nod. "Any particular
place you want him?"

"There's a side door that opens
to an alley," Officer Burke suggested.
"That would be the best way to get him out quietly."

"I'll have a patrol officer
waiting at the opposite end of the alley, on the next street, so we don't have
to take him back out front," Officer Okinns added.

Alema Rar glanced at the
schematic of the cantina Jysella had pulled up on her datapad.
The side door was down a short corridor, off
the bar. There were a couple of rooms
along the corridor as well. The alley
went from this street to the next one.

"Why don't you stay here and
cover the front," Alema Rar said, nodding towards Officer Okinns.
"And after Officer Burke parks the speeder,
he and my apprentice can cover the alley.
If anyone sees them, they can pretend to be making out or something."

Officer Okinns glanced at his
partner, then at Jysella. "That would
work," he replied with a nod.

Alema Rar glanced at Jysella, who
was busy smiling at Officer Burke. Alema
Rar had suggested she and Officer Burke stay together, so they could get to
know each other a bit. She could sense
Jysella's embarrassment at her making out comment.
Alema Rar hoped she appreciated it,
especially since she would be seducing a speeder biker who was also a wanted
murderer.

While no one was paying
attention, Alema Rar moved her lightsaber to the hidden compartment on the
inside her durasteel belt, at the small of her back.
Then she removed her black cloak, revealing
just her skintight nerfhide bodysuit, silver durasteel wrist cuffs, and a
matching durasteel belt.

"Hold onto this," she instructed
Jysella as she handed the cloak to her.

With that Alema Rar climbed to
her feet, and headed towards the cantina.

The prospect was openingly
checking her out. He was about fifteen
kilos overweight, and had a scruffy beard.
His newer-looking black nerfhide vest only had one patch on the front.
Alema Rar smiled back at him as she went
inside.

There were about forty-five
people in the cantina, mostly human, and mostly bikers.
There were eight Zoloz sitting around a table
near the middle of the cantina, along with a pair of human women that were also
wearing black nerfhide vests, without the gang's emblem on them.

Alema Rar caught her target's
eye, and flashed him a seductive smile as she headed towards the bar.
As she waited on her drink, she used the
Force to keep his attention on her. By
the time the serving droid brought her drink, Alema Rar could practically feel
several sets of eyes firmly attached to her ass.

As she took a swallow of her
drink, Alema Rar sensed someone approach her from behind.
She kept her senses alert as he slid onto the
stool next to her.

A couple of moments later, she
was sliding into a chair next to her target, and the Zoloz that had invited her
to the table. Her target's hand quickly
found her thigh, just above her knee.
Alema Rar responded with a smile, and scooted a little closer to him.

For the next twenty minutes or
so, Alema Rar sipped her drink while she flirted with her target.
She also sent Jysella occasional reassurances
through the Force. For some reason, she
sensed Jysella out front instead of in the alley.

Finally Alema Rar sensed that her
target was ready to go someplace a bit more private  to have some fun with
her. For one, his hand was most of the
way up her thigh. Alema Rar was
pretending to barely keep it from going higher.
She was planning on having some fun too.

"Hey, want to go some place
private?" Alema Rar cooed into his ear, just loudly enough to be heard by the
nearest couple of Zoloz. At the same
time, she put the image of the alley into his mind.
Alema Rar was slightly concerned as to why
Jysella was still in front of the cantina, but she trusted her apprentice.

"Almost, babe," he replied with a
leer, and a squeeze of her thigh.

He finished off his second mug of
lum in one gulp. Then he grabbed her
around her waist, and flipped her over his shoulder as he stood up.
Alema Rar ran through a Jedi calming exercise
as they headed towards the back.

Before they reached the back door
leading to the alley, he opened a side door, and carried her into a room.
Alema Rar muttered a curse.
She had hoped he'd take her straight out to
the alley.

He kicked the door closed behind
them, and took a couple of steps across the small room.
The next thing Alema Rar knew, she was being
tossed onto a bed. She flashed him a
look of seduction as he began opening his pants.
He pulled out his semi-rigid cock as he
stepped towards the bed. Then he
half-fell onto the bed next to her.

As he landed, Alema Rar touched
his temple, and said "sleep," backing the command up with the Force.
With the alcohol his system, he immediately
fell into unconsciousness.

Alema Rar quickly rolled him over
and stuffed his dick back into his pants.
Then she searched him, and relieved him of his blaster and vibroblade.

First Alema Rar slid the
vibroblade underneath her durasteel belt.
With her tight bodysuit though, Alema Rar couldn't really hide the
blaster on herself. It had been in a
holster hidden in his vest. Alema Rar
slid it into his belt at the small of his back.
If she needed it, she was confident she could get it.

Then Alema Rar checked the
hallway. It was empty in both
directions. She went back to the bed,
and got the cop murderer to his feet.
She slung one of his arms over her shoulder, and grabbed his belt to
lift him. At the doorway she checked the
corridor again. Then she dragged him the
rest of the way down the hallway, to the door leading to the alley.

Outside, she found Officer Burke,
alone.

"Where's Jysella?" Alema Rar
asked him as she closed the door behind herself.

"Out front, occupying the Zoloz
prospect," he replied as he began patting down the unconscious speeder biker.

Alema Rar quickly retrieved the
blaster at the small of his back. She
couldn't help but be proud of her apprentice.
She had ignored the guy she really wanted in order to flirt with a seedy
speeder biker, just for a mission.

"Yeah," he replied, pulling his
arms behind his back and cuffing him.
"How long will he be out?"

"Probably half an hour, unless I
wake him up sooner," Alema Rar replied.

Officer Burke wrapped his arm
around the prisoner's waist and headed for the far end of the alley.
Alema Rar headed towards the front of the
cantina, to check on Jysella, who Alema Rar sensed was suddenly worried.

A moment later Alema Rar heard
the roar of speeder bikes approaching the cantina.
Quite a few of them.
Perhaps ten or twelve.

Alema Rar peeked around the
corner to see Jysella hurrying towards her with a fast walk.
There were also a dozen or so Zoloz that were
arriving. The prospect was sitting on a
bench against the wall, apparently in a Force nap.

"Time to go," Jysella said
somewhat unnecessarily as she reached the alley.

As soon as the two Jedi were out
of sight, both Jedi began running towards the opposite end of the alley.
They caught up with Officer Burke just before
he reached the security speeder with his prisoner.
Jysella joined Officer Burke in the back seat
with the still unconscious prisoner, while Alema Rar sat in the front with the
uniformed officer. He perhaps
twenty-five, and pretty cute, but since he had a wedding ring, Alema Rar
decided not to get too flirty.

Once they arrived at the police
station Jysella woke the prisoner up from his Force nap.
He was understandably upset to find himself
handcuffed in the back of a security speeder.
The two Jedi let Officer Burke and three other security officers extract
him from the speeder.

Officer Okinns arrived a few
minutes later. He told everyone how
pissed the Zoloz were when they found out one of their top lieutenants had
disappeared out from under their noses.

Officers Okinns and Burke started
to do their paperwork on the arrest.
Jysella went to help them. A few
moments later she came back out.

"They said they didn't really
need anything from us," Jysella explained.
"So I guess we can go."

"Are you sure?" Alema Rar
asked. "If you want to hang out and wait
on him, that's fine with me."

"Maybe Officer Okinns will take
you out?" Jysella replied almost as dryly.

Alema Rar shot her apprentice a
mock-stern look.

"Can I give you ladies a lift
anywhere?" the officer that had brought them to the station asked.

"Spaceport," Alema Rar answered
quickly. "My apprentice has lots of work
to do on our starfighters."

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